Scornfully I have once curs'd thee. Now ye mayhem hath quench'd my thirst for thy souls. Now shall I take what I see. Luscious flesh yearneth to be penetratéd. Virgin bodies, pure, without the blemish of thy faith. Sheer lust burneth ye skin. Sinful groaning may I harvest. Thou, believer of my prophécy, I do invite thee to blaspheme with me: Wilt thou sin in company of mine? Extinguish'd is the earthes scum... Now the free spirits may bloom.